Love doesn't float away lazily on the wind, like a dandelion tuft in a grassy field, landing wherever it happens to blow. Love is patient, and even when roots don't form right away. Love is kind, tender, and devoted. It isn't jealous, it doesn't brag, it isn't prideful...it isn't rude, it isn't self-seeking. Love does not give just to receive.
It is slow to anger, it doesn't hold things over people's heads...Love doesn't find joy in evil, but longs for goodness to constantly grow in the object of its affection. Love doesn't manipulate, twisting words and stories to gain an instant of gratification. Love looks with clear eyes at the destruction caused by wars in the hearts of all, and chooses to love anyway. And when Love is simply thrown by the wayside, it leaps up and begins its chase once more.
Love is honest, love delights in truth. Love protects its own, others, and the hearts of those around it. Love always trusts, always believes in a greater tomorrow, always pushes on through a trial, no matter how difficult or impossible it seems.
Love is a daily, conscious decision, never minding reciprocation or flighty feeling. To love, one must wake and know that effort must be sown, and tended in its fragility long before a strong vine is produced. From such a vine, many lovely blossoms freely grow.
This love, true love, never fails.
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